Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Ryan's Lament

Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm still
In a lonely near where I was killed
By a red man defending his land
In the place they call Little Big Horn

And I swear I did not see the
When I with the Seventh Cavalry
I thought we fought for the land of the free
When we rode from Fort Lincoln that

And the they played the Garryowen
was shining, flags a flowin
I swear if I had only
I'd have wished that I'd died back at

For my and me, we had barely escaped
the hell that was Ireland in forty eight
Two angry young lads who had how to hate
But we the idea of Amerikay

And we our cousins who fought and bled
In their coats of bloody red
The sun never on the bloody dead
Of those who chosen an empire

But find a better life somehow
In the land no man has to bow
It seemed then and it seems right now
That Paddy he died for the

Ah, but Michael he got turned around
He had stolen the dream that he he'd found
Now I never will see that ground
For I into something I hated

And I'm haunted by the
Drums a beating, bugles
I swear if I had only
I'd lie my brother in Vicksburg

And the band they that Garryowen
Brass was shin, flags a
I swear if I had known, I'd lie with
my brother at